This is a song about "Dead babies"

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

Try to adjust as you constantly fuss like babies teething

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

I give bitches dick and leave

Pumpin babies from teen ladies